Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Renee Olstead
Something 'bout that Sunday morning
And something 'bout doin' what I've done
I didn't know I was ended
But how it yet begun
Oh oh
And when I look back
I've should have known
The facts were there and they were played
Now I don't deserve anything
No nothing but the blame
Yeah
And 'bout the time oh I knew I loved you
Was 'bout the last time you felt that way
And 'bout the time I saw stars above you
Was round the last time you felt the same
And now you'll never know how much I love you
Yet I hurt you just the same
And I, I don't deserve anything
No, nothing but the blame
Yeah
And 'bout the time oh I knew I loved you
Was 'bout the last time you felt that way
And 'bout the time I saw stars above you
Was round the last time you felt the same
Oh oh oh oh
Seems you'll never know how much I love you
And yet I hurt you just the same
Oh I don't deserve anything
No nothing but the blame
I don't deserve anything
No nothing but the blame